“Tina you got some ‘splaining to do’” Alice announced speaking for the crew. 

Even Kit and Shane who knew that Tina was the father were stunned.  Asleep eyes closed the baby was the image of Bette once she opened those hazel eyes everything about her screamed Christina Kennard. 

“Is it ok for all these people to be in here right now?” Tina asked Melissa stalling for time. 

“Since it was only you and Bette for the entire birth I’m sure it’s ok” Melissa shot back enjoying watching Tina squirm. 

“What do you mean?” Helena asked Melissa.  “You are the midwife? No?”

Before she could answer Tina cut her off. 

“I am going to tell you all something that cannot leave this room.  If you can’t keep what you learn here tonight here then leave now, no hard feelings.”

“What?” Alice huffed affronted.  “I am the soul of discretion when I need to be” she amended as people shifted as if to avoid the bolts of lighting that might fall. 

“I am serious” Tina pinned Alice with a look. “Not a word outside the people in this room.”

“Alright” Alice agreed. 

“I am the father of Bette’s child.”

“Your cousin fathered her” Max clarified.

“No, I fathered her.”

“You are the daddy for real?” Helena was stunned but all the proof she needed was in the brief look in the hazel eyes of their baby. 

“How?” Jenny asked what they all wanted to know.

“It may sound like SiFi but females produce sperm.  My sperm was used to impregnate Bette.”

There was a collective groan as Tina said this as each woman present other than Kit and Max understood that Bette could have been impregnated with their sperm.  Max was not immune and harbored his own fantasies.  

All eyes were glued to mother and daughter as Bette shifted and Laurel began to suckle yet again.  Her tiny fingers opened and closed while she took her nourishment from Bette.   

“Out” Tina ordered.  “Everybody out, except Kit. I will see you all in the kitchen in a few minutes.”

Sheepishly they filed out of the room casting longing looks as they went. 

Ten minutes later Tina stalked into the kitchen.  She pinned them each to their chairs with a look.  “I’m not stupid. I know my wife is hot.  She was hot when I met her and I dealt with the constant attention from nameless strangers for many years because I had your support. This pregnancy has made Bette hotter and now I find myself struggling with our friends lusting after her.